Hallelujah, hallelujah.

We gone from Leonard Cohen’s You Want It Darker to Hallelujah.

Normal bowel movements.

No more violently peeing out my butt.

Too much info?

Really?

God made humans, and all the awful processes inside of us, or so a character in Father Lightning insists.

Of course, he’s possessed and eats people’s entrails, so you can’t trust him.

But then, who can we trust anymore?

All our heroes are frauds.

Target: 1700 words
Written: 1977 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Proof Of Conspiracy, Seth Abramson
Comics: Cloak And Dagger v4 4-6, Cloak And Dagger: Negative Exposure 1 (ugh, Hopeless, hopeless, it's not just the name of our former mayor anymore)
Music: Head Carrier, Pixies